Does seal script possess great power? My poetry is invincible!

Chapter 137 New Divine Food

Wang Yan was surprised: "There's a Temple of Literature in Jiangling City?"

Duron raised an eyebrow in surprise: "How come I didn't know?"

"Uncle Du hasn't been here for a few years, has he?" Sun Dashi smiled slightly. "Four years ago, the state government funded the construction of the Wenshen Temple in Jiangling City. Great Confucian scholars from the court came to invite the gods and communicate with them. Any martial artist who has only opened their village-level sea of ​​consciousness can enter the temple to report to the Wenshen."

"The governor here, Zheng Xianchao, is only a village-level scholar, but he is indeed a legitimate second-class Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), and he was the one who strongly supported the literary gathering."

Wang Yan looked at Sun Dashi in surprise: "So, this Governor of Zhengzhou will also participate in the literary gathering five days from now?"

"Usually." Sun Dashi looked at him cheerfully: "Junior Brother Wang can meet him then. I heard he's already a three-and-a-half-petaled flower of literary talent."

Wang Yan exclaimed in surprise, "A three-and-a-half-petaled Literary Heart Flower, isn't that only half a petal different from... the several senior uncles of Divine Literary Peak?"

Long suddenly spoke up to enlighten him: "In today's secular dynasties, most of the top scholars in the court are only three to three and a half petals; none have surpassed that level."

"Zheng Xianchao's sea of ​​consciousness is too low, so the power of the divine characters is limited, his cultivation improves slowly, and the speed at which he writes divine characters is also relatively slow. Naturally, he can only write a few divine characters. Reaching three and a half lobes is already his limit."

"The reason why the founder of Shenwen Peak stipulated that one must write 300 second-tier divine characters and 100 first-tier divine characters before entering Shenwen Peak was also due to considerations of cultivation level. Without sufficient cultivation level and foundation in divine characters, one generally cannot write any good divine characters."

However, Wang Yan is an exception.

This kid can use the very simple word "divine" to concisely express a wonderful literary expression; that's his talent. Everyone can only admire him, but no one can replicate it.

"Then, shouldn't we also inform the governor?" Wang Yan solemnly turned to Dulong for instructions: "With such a commotion just now, the governor must have heard about it!"

"No need!" Dulong shook his head: "The governor only cares about secular domestic affairs. If spies from other countries infiltrate and try to disrupt domestic affairs, he will deal with them. Right now, it's a conflict between our sect and another sect. As long as it doesn't disrupt the peace of the territory, he won't interfere."

Wang Yan immediately understood. Local governments manage their localities, and the military manages its own!

"Then... let the waiter here bring me some more good food. I was so busy watching the show and the fight that I haven't had a proper meal yet."

After a slight pause, Du Long and Chen Jiage were taken aback. Chen Jiage's lips twitched slightly, while Du Long smiled and said, "Okay!"

……

The actors were captured by Chen Jiage's teammates, who used the Nine-Layered Prison Tower.

The other onlookers, except for Yuan Yizheng and those Wang Yan had observed and deemed harmless, were escorted to Yunding Pavilion by the Zhu family guards under their supervision.

Inside the theater, Wang Yan and Du Long invited Yuan Yi, who had regained her composure, to continue eating and drinking.

"Your martial uncle loves watching plays and eating. So you like them too!" Yuan Yizheng was now completely at ease and teased Du Long, "That's great! My acquaintance with your martial uncle started with food. When it comes to eating, hey, I'm the best."

"Come on, let me treat you to some of the best local food."

After Yuan Yizheng finished speaking, he sent his personal servant Jin Dong to summon someone outside.

Wang Yan's heart stirred, and he attached his divine sense to the body, allowing it to go out.

Jin Dong was seen outside the theater. He took out some silver and asked the heavily made-up female attendants to order snacks from the many shops on the street.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the female receptionists returned from the street one by one, each carrying a different food box. The crispy cookies, filled with soft jam, reminded Wang Yan of a certain Fu Ji soft pastry from his previous life.

The chilled cheese was soft and smooth, like ice cream, but slightly sour.

The sunflower seeds and peanuts were roasted until they smelled wonderful...

Drinks include sweet and sour plum soup and slightly bitter but sweet herbal tea.

He tasted more than thirty kinds of food in one go, until his taste buds were numb.

There are no puffed foods.

Suddenly, I had a strong urge to eat crispy fries and crunchy potato chips.

Wang Yan pointed to a soft potato pancake.

"Slice this potato into thin slices, marinate it with salt and saffron juice for fifteen minutes, and bring it to me."

Duron stared in astonishment, "Is it delicious?"

Wang Yan shook his head uncertainly: "I don't know, so I'll give it a try."

After the servant left, Wang Yan smiled at the bewildered Du Long and said, "This disciple needs to think about it. Please allow me some time to think."

Duron's gaze softened considerably, even showing a hint of interest: "You plan to use divine runes to make snacks?"

Wang Yan smiled and admitted, "Let's give it a try and see if it works."

He closed his eyes.

Then Yuan Yi, who was standing nearby, cautiously asked, "Master Du, are you... just going to let your nephew try it out like this?"

Then came Duron's helpless voice: "Kids will be kids, they want to try everything. It's alright, let him try."

Wang Yan smiled inwardly.

……

"To heat things up quickly and indirectly, which words should I use to control the temperature? And it has to be in a sealed space... and it has to be those magical words I used to write... I need to think about it carefully."

Before long, fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Yan's forehead, and his sword-like eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

It's hard.

There are too many words to choose from.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Yan suddenly heard someone whisper that the things he wanted had been delivered.

He opened his eyes: "Bring it up!"

A few breaths later, a large plate of thinly sliced ​​potatoes, marinated in bright red saffron juice, was presented to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan first picked up a piece with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it slightly; the taste was familiar.

He then gestured to the servant to place the plate on the coffee table, and released a divine script from between his brows that he had just been working on.

"Electric heating uses the heat of boiling water and the turbulence of steam to heat the target remotely for 15 minutes."

Dozens of different divine powers instantly formed a closed, transparent cylindrical air shield, completely enveloping the plate of potato slices.

A few breaths later, the air shield turned from transparent to dark red, the temperature rose sharply, and invisible hot air currents surged back and forth inside, impacting the wet potato slices and causing them to tumble and roll automatically.

Yuan Yi was standing nearby, and both she and Du Long were stunned. After a while, she asked Du Long in a low voice, her voice a little hoarse.

"Did he just come up with this?"

"It should be!" Dulong's voice also carried a hint of helplessness.

"You succeeded so quickly?"

"The method is correct, but I'm not sure if it will achieve the effect I want," Wang Yan suddenly said. "Temperature and time are still in the experimental stage."

"Master Wang can have the kitchen staff do it; it might even be faster," Yuan Yizheng suggested boldly, his gaze shifting.

Wang Yan looked at the divine runes swirling around the potato slices and shook his head: "Even the chefs might not understand what I mean."

So far, this seemingly scientific and technological text has done a good job of controlling the temperature stability and the balance of the firepower, and even the steam rolling time is well controlled.

After a quarter of an hour, the divine inscription disappeared automatically, and the potato slices inside the protective shield had become fluffy in the middle and golden in color.

The surface was steaming, just like when an oven has just been opened, and there was also a familiar, rich aroma.